Page 76 of Laila Manning
“He sacrificed everything for her.” I stated to no one in particular, “Maybe he has a point.”
Ellie shook her head, standing up out of her husband’s arms and taking a deep breath. “My vote is we ask her opinion, at least.” She stared at me with eyes that reminded me so much of her father’s unwavering stare. “But we can all agree that the man will die.”
“I’ll agree to that much.” I nodded, already knowing that Lupold didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Laila any longer, but not sure of anything else past that, thanks to Carly and Jed’s opinions.
“My vote is with Ellie.” Ryker gave his input, “But that puts it at a tie.” He put his hand on my shoulder as he passed by me, “Which means at the end of the day, it’s up to you.” He sighed, lending me his years’ long friendship with just a touch. “No one here knows her better than you do, Zeke. Think about it and let me know. Either way, you’ll have my support.” He smirked, “Not that it would stop you if you didn’t.”
I smirked humorlessly and nodded my head, “No, not when it comes to her, it wouldn’t.”
“The old boy has officially been bitten by the love bug.” He joked, “Who would have thought we’d see the day.” He left the kitchen, pulling his wife with him as I stood there, now more unsure than when I walked in, hell-bent on vengeance and burning the world at Laila’s feet for her.
“Sure as hell not me.” I muttered, taking another sip of my coffee, and walked out back to the barracks.
Back to her.
When I got back into her apartment, she was standing in her bathroom with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. “Did you use your key?” She mumbled and then rinsed her mouth before propping her hip up against the doorframe.
“Does that bother you?” I questioned, taking my shoes off and walking toward her, unable to stop the attraction pulling us together.
“Not in the least, actually.” She smiled, letting her eyes rove over my body as I slowly started unbuttoning last night’s shirt I put back on this morning. “Where did you go?”
“To the mansion.” I undid the last button as I came toe to toe with her and pulled it off, tossing it onto the chair next to her bed. “But I’m back now.”
“Hmm.” She smiled against my lips when I leaned down to kiss her. “I thought you were gone for the day, off being Mr. Important Boogeyman.”
“Boogeyman?” I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit it lightly. “I thought you weren’t scared of me.”
“I didn’t say I was.” She placed her hands against my bare stomach, and her eyelids fluttered closed as she explored, and whispered, “Do you have to leave?”
“Not today.” I replied, though I knew I had plans nearly every hour of the day. But fuck every single last one of them. The mood in the room told me I wasn’t going to leave this apartment any time soon. “Today, I’m yours.” I left out the part where I needed to erase all of the thoughts of her past by perfecting her present. I needed to give her whatever she wanted.
“Mmh.” She moaned, leaning into me. “Make me yours.” She licked my lip shyly as I gripped her hips and pulled her closer. “Make it real.”
“Say it.” I growled, sliding my fingertips under her shirt and across the smooth skin of her flat stomach to the cute little bow at the front of her pajama shorts. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.” She whispered, raising up on her tippy toes so my fingers slid inside the waistband, right above the bare skin of her pussy that I had explored last night. “I need to feel you inside me, Zeke.”
“Say it.” I repeated, hanging on by a thread to my sanity. “Say the words, Laila. The dirty and depraved things that you’re requesting.”
She faltered, but took a deep breath and pushed forward. “I want to start with exploring your body.” She slid one dainty hand down my stomach to the tented front of my slacks, palming my cock where it grew down my leg. “I want to touch and taste every inch of you. I wanted it last night, but you told me no.”
My cock jumped in her hand, and I felt it leak from her dirty words. “I don’t want to take anything from you, Dove.” She tightened her hold on my cock, and I groaned, fighting the urge to thrust it through her tight hold like an animal. “I just want to give to you.”
“Then give me this.” She flicked the button on my pants open, and teased the zipper down, one metal tooth at a time until it was all the way down before she slid her hand inside. “I need to feel you lose yourself to me. And then I want you to make me yours.”
“Fucking hell, Dove.” I growled, cracking my neck as I fought to remain in control. “I don’t know how to do that without triggering you. How totakewithout reminding you of everything else.”
“I don’t remember anything else when you touch me.” She urged, pushing my pants and boxers down and freeing my cock into her bare hand for the first time. “Feel how wet I am.” She whispered against my lips, reminding me how close my fingers were to her sweet center, and they moved on their own. Down to the delicious cream that her body was making specifically for this purpose. “You’re not taking anything I’m not willingly begging you to have.”
She locked her eyes on mine as she slowly sank down to her knees. “Dove.” I growled in warning when she ended up with my cock aimed directly at her pink lips.
“Do you want me to beg you, Daddy?” She purred, “You talk of worship like I’m not capable of being the one on my knees for you.” She leaned forward and used just the very tip of her tongue on the head of my cock, tasting my pre-cum. “Like you don’t deserve my devotion.”
“I’m not.” I tightened my hands into fists but didn’t move away from her like I should have. Weeks ago, when I first touched her, she was timid and unsure of every single move she made. But last night she had ridden my thigh and then my face, and now she was on her knees at my feet, licking my cock like a goddess, and everything I thought I knew evaporated.
“Wrong.” She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and sucked on it. Laila looked like a vixen, but I felt her uncertainty in every move she made. She didn’t know what to do, but knew she wanted to try it. “You’ve unleashed something inside of me, Zeke.” She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, and it twitched and wept for her again as she kept those honeyed brown eyes locked on mine. “Something I want to explore and experiment with.” She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, staring at me. “With you. I’ve never wanted any man like I want you.”
“Fuck.” I lost my resolve as she sucked on me again and started moving with her lips wrapped around me. She pushed her mouth down until she gagged and then used her hands around what she couldn’t reach with her lips. I tried focusing on the pleasure she was giving me and not where she learned her skills from, but it was like an internal war raging inside my brain and body. After learning the first name on the list of men to abuse her, I should have been doing literallyanything else in the world besides taking the best goddamn head job of my life. Yet there I was, head thrown back, stomach tight, cock buried in the sexiest mouth on earth and so fucking close to blowing my load I should have felt embarrassment. “That’s it, Dove.” I gritted out between clenched teeth and gave in to the pleasure she was tempting me with.
